One Direction Preferences

Preference 38- He Cheats, (LOUIS&ZAYN.)

He Cheats, (HIS POV):

**no part two to this, sorry, but maybe a follow up. I haven't made my mind up**

Louis: I know it's wrong. I know. I know that when I see (Y/N), she's going to think that I'm all hers. Sometimes that gets a bit too much. Sometimes I just want to go back to how things were with Eleanor. So that's what I'm doing. I tell her I'm going to rehearsals, meet ups, photoshoots and family get togethers, but it's all lies. I want to tell her, I want to, trust me. But I just can't bring myself to doing so. I don't want to see her face when I tell her. Pained and disgusted. "(Y/N)?" I call out from the bedroom; she's washing the clothes in the other room so she should be able to hear me. "Yeah?" She replies; my heart skips a beat. I'm actually going to tell her that I've been sneaking around behind her back for the past two months. I take a look at her as she comes through the door, t-shirts, trousers, socks and towels in her hands, ready to be ironed. "I have something to tell you, and I don't know how you're going to react..." She puts the items in her hands down and looks at me with a settled expression on her face, "Have you read my diary?" She asks cautiously, I immediately shake my head, "much worse." I want to say. "No," my voice is already shaking; I'm going to break her heart. "For the past two months I've been seeing Eleanor again." She's still smiling at me, is she not mad? "I don't mind if you meet up with other girls as long as nothing happens!" She doesn't get it does she, "No (Y/N)." I say quite annoyed, "I've been 'getting together' with Eleanor again. Not just as friends. I'm sorry." I say the last two words slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Her face washes pale, her eyes go cold and immediately move themselves away from mine. She gets up and walks out, without saying another word. I try to follow her, but she pushes me away and walks out of the door. Meeting up with me a few days later she tells me that she doesn't want to see me again, there she ended the relationship. In public, am I sorry? Yes. Do I want her back? Yes. Did I deserve being humiliated in public? Yes.

Zayn: I don't think I've ever received worse news. I was at work, with all the boys, when my phone rang. The caller ID was blocked, as soon as I saw it I knew who it was. It was the girl who I've been sneaking around with for the past few months. (Y/N) has been totally oblivious to the whole thing. The reason why I blocked her number is, if (Y/N) saw I've been texting/ringing this girl she would get really mad at me, so I blocked her number to make it look like I don't know who's been calling me. Anyway, I answered the phone, only to hear sobs and cries coming from the other end. The girls name is Amy. She splutters a few times before finally saying the words, "I'm pregnant." As soon as I heard her say that I hung up. Covering my mouth with my hand. Now, present time, I'm running home as fast as I can. Trying to make sure I get home before anybody tells (Y/N), but it's too late. I fling the door open to see Amy sat on the settee with (Y/N), Amy in tears and (Y/N) looking like she's just seen a ghost. I shut the door quietly, "Do you have something you want to say?" (Y/N) finally speaks, her words muffled by the oncoming tears. "Sorry." I hint, I really don't know what to say. Other than sorry. Amy is sat there, looking at me; she knew I had (Y/N). She liked the idea of sneaking behind her back. (Y/N) chuckles, sarcastically of course, she points a finger at Amy, "You're a bitch." Then points it to me and laughs again, "and guess what, you're a bitch too!" (Y/N) never swears. "You're mad aren't you?" I say as she makes her way over to me, she laughs again, I don't know whether she's doing this to keep her tears in or she's just thinking she's in a dream. I wish she were. "MAD?! I don't even think mad is the word." She puts a hand on her hip, "You're blocking the door." She states, I look behind and look at the door. Not wanting her to open it and walk out, but I move anyway, giving her a way to go. "Have fun looking after something that's going to change your life forever, not in a good way." She says before walking out. Nine months later Amy gave birth to a baby boy. I wanted nothing to do with him or her. (Y/N) never spoke to me again, I'm not surprised.

**I'll update again soon. I'm off to do some drawing and stuff AAAANNNNNNNDDD SO SO SO sorry that I haven't been updating for a while. I've been ultra busy with a lot of things so... sorry again! Anyways, 7+votes for the next part!:)**